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THE STRANGER WHOM do you love best, man of enigmas? Tell us:Your father, your mother, your sister, or your brother? I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother. Your friends? There you employ a word whose sense I have never understood. Your country? I do not know its latitude. Beauty? I would love it willingly, Goddess and Immortal. Gold? I hate is as you hate God. Ah, what then do you love, strange man? I love the clouds . . . . the clouds that float . . . down there . . . the marvellous clouds.
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XXXIX THOROUGHBRED SHE is ugly enough, in all conscience, and yet how delicious she is! Time and Love have set the mark of their claws upon her, and taught her cruelly how much of youth and freshness each minute and each kiss carry away. Verily, she is ugly! She is an ant, a spider, if you will; even a skeleton:but also she is a love-draught, a magistry, a sorcery! Take her all in all, she is exquisite. Time has not been able to destroy the sparkling rhythm of her walk, or the indestructible elegance of her ap- parel. Love has not altered the …
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…ere be one evident, trivial phenomenon invariably like itself, and about whose nature it is impossible to make a mistake, it is maternal love. It is as difficult to suppose a mother without maternal love as light without heat; is it not then per- fectly legitimate to attribute to maternal love all those words and actions which a mother says or does in the matter of her child? And yet, listen to this little story; where I was strangely mystified by the most natural illusion possible.
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Infamous capital, I love thee! Drain Whose thieves and whores give me to ease lifes itch Pleasures inscrutable to the profane!
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I love you, shameless city! Rogue and drab, it Is you who still reveal and offer ravishments That must forever be beyond the ken of. . . . Babbit. E. W. T.
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…ily of eyes, but I felt a little ashamed of our bottles and glasses, that were greater than our thirst. I turned my looks to yours, dear love, to read my thought therein. I plunged into your eyes, so beautiful and so strangely sweet; into your green eyes, indwelt by caprice, and in- spired by the moon; when you said to me, Those people are unbearable, with their eyes staring out of their heads; could you not ask the proprietor to send them away? So difficult is it to understand each other, my dear angel, and so incommunicable is thought, even…
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… light was thinking and saying: Thou shalt know eternally the influence of my kiss; thou shalt be beautifully in my fashion. Thou shalt love that which I love and which loves
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…How many times did I not hold myself back from leaping at her throat and crying, Be imperfect then for once, wretched woman, that I may love you without discomfort and anger. For several years I admired her, my heart full of hatred. In the end it was not I who died of it. Ah, said the others, she died, then? Yes, it could not go on like that. Love had become for me a crushing nightmare; to con- quer or die, as the political phrase goes, was the alternative which Fate laid upon me. One evening in a wood by the shore of a mere, af- ter a …
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… remember to-day. Where do dogs go? do you say, O men of little observation? They go about their busi- ness. A business appointment; a love appoint- ment. Across the fog, across the snow, across the mud, beneath the burning dog-star, be- neath the rustling rain, they go, they come, they trot, they pass under carriages; excited by fleas, passion, necessity or duty. Like our- selves they rise early, and seek their livelihood or pursue their pleasures. There are some that sleep in a ruin of the suburb, and who come every day at a fixed hour to a…
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…character, a devotion without comedy and without emphasis, a sweetness without weakness, an energy without violence. The his- tory of my love resembles an interminable voyage upon a pure and polished surface like a mirror, monotonous enough to make one giddy, which would have reflected all my sen- timents and my gestures with the ironical ex- actitude of my own consciousness, so that I could never permit myself a gesture or an un- reasonable sentiment without immediately per- ceiving the mute reproach of my inseparable spectre. Love appeared to…
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Since you love rest so much while contem- plating movement, would you like to come and live in Holland, the land that brings happiness? Perhaps you would find amusement in that country, whose picture you have so often ad- mired in museums. What do you say to Rotter- dam, you who love forests of masts, and the ships moored alongside the houses? My soul remains dumb. Would Batavia smile on you perhaps more sweetly? There we should find the spirit of Europe wedded to the beauty of the tropics. Not a word. Can my soul be dead? Are you then come to …
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nary answer. If you were to thrash the wall or the curtain you would draw more sighs from them than the ecstasies of the most frenzied love would draw from the breast of my mis- tress. After a year of life together she admitted to me that she had never known what pleasure was. I became disgusted with the unequal con- test, and this incomparable girl got married. Later, the fancy took me to see her again, and she said, presenting to me six fine children, Ah well, my dear, the wife is still as virgin as your mistress was. In her nothing had cha…
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…edestal, lifts tear-filled eyes towards the immortal goddess. And his eyes say: I am the least and the most solitary of men; deprived of love and friendship, and in that respect how far below the least of brutes! Yet I am made, I too, to understand and to feel beauty immortal. Ah, Goddess, have pity of my sadness, of my madness! But the implacable Venus looks afar off upon I know not what, with marble eyes.
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…t allow, Thou the Judge who dost pardon, Thou who art full of Motives and of Causes, Thou who hast (it may be) placed within my soul the love of hor- ror in order to turn my heart to Thee, like the cure which follows the knife; Oh Lord, have pity, have pity upon the mad men and women that we are! Oh Creator, is it possible that monsters should exist in the eyes of Him alone who knoweth why they exist, how they have made themselves, and how they would have made themselves, and could not?
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…VI. THE CLOCK XVII. A WORLD IN A MANE XVIII. WILL YOU COME WITH ME XIX. THE POOR MANS TOY XX. THE FAIRY GIFTS XXI. THE TEMPTATIONS: OR, LOVE RICHES AND GLORY XXII. THE TWILIGHT OF EVEN XXIII. SOLITUDE
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…e you still sleep obscure and leaden dull, Clouted with morning, rheumy-eyed, or preen Yourself in gold-laced evening, veiled in full, I love you, infamous Capital! To quean And highwayman, you tender ravishment Which lurks unknown to those of common men. PIERRE LOVING.
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…. And if in sheets obscure she still must snore, A bleary bitch, or like a young girl go Tripping in veils of evening, gold once more, I love you, o my city, in your woe, Sad capital, whose whores and bandits pluck Joys that your blind philistines never know. RALPH CHEEVER DUNNING.
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…for us unfortunate old women the age is past when we can please even the inno- cent, and we frighten the little children that we wish to love.
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XXI THE TEMPTATIONS: OR, LOVE, RICHES AND GLORY TWO superb Satans and a She-Devil not less remarkable than they, last night climbed the mysterious staircase by which Hell emerges to assault the weakness of a sleeping man, and secretly communicates with him. In their glory they came as it were erect upon a platform and stood in front of me. A sulphur- ous splendour emanated from these three mighty Beings, cutting them from the thick darkness of the night. So proud and so master- ful was their manner that at first I took them to be indeed gods. T…
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…dle: these shadowy retreats are the meeting-places of lifes cripples. It is above all to these places that the poet and the philosopher love to direct their eager guesses, which find there an assured pasture. For is there is a place which they disdain to visit, as I insinuated in the last story, it is above all the gaiety of the rich. That turbu- lence of emptiness has nothing to attract them. On the contrary, they feel themselves irresistibly drawn towards all that is weak, ru- ined, saddened, orphaned. An experienced eye never deceives itsel…